The Witch and Qin Hao, two people who usually have no connection, are chatting so eagerly at this mont in this exotic realm.
If people from the Immortal Spirit Tribe saw this, they would surely exclaim in disbelief.
After all, in their imagination, the Witch is aloof, mysterious, cold, and a demon who kills at will.
But at this mont, the Witch is laughing from ti to ti, and occasionally echoing, is he still that demon?
"Brother Wu, seeing your elegant deanor, you must have been a Noble Young Master from a prominent family when you were young."
Qin Hao throws a proper complint.
"Hehe, you could say that, my family background was quite illustrious at the ti, and it was precisely because of this that I was admitted to the sect under special circumstances..." The more they talk, the brighter the Witch’s mood becos, speaking very joyfully.
"Sect? Brother Wu, with such extraordinary talent, your sect must be very remarkable." Qin Hao’s eyes shine.
"Hehe, quite well-known actually, in those circles, considered the crè de la crè."
The Witch’s voice carries a note of pride.
Evidently, the ti spent in the sect holds a significant place in his heart.
"Crè de la crè, that ans those top sects of the Ancient Martial Family?" Qin Hao makes a thoughtful pose.
"Ancient Martial Family?" The Witch’s voice is filled with disdain, "The crè de la crè of such a low-level circle is just chickens and dogs in my eyes."
"Not the Ancient Martial Family, could it be that Brother Wu mingled with the Immortal Race?" Qin Hao’s face shows astonishnt, his hands involuntarily clenching.
"Immortal Race? You actually know about it?" The Witch is surprised for a mont, then laughs: "Forget it, it must be Ah Sang who told you, after all, the tribe’s heritage is sothing I also ntioned to her."
"No. It has nothing to do with Ah Sang." Qin Hao’s expression becos very serious, "Brother Wu, the aura emanating from you, I can feel it, it’s not Inner Strength, but sothing even more formidable... Spiritual Qi..."
"Oh, you even know about Spiritual Qi, have you learned about the Immortal Race?" The Witch is extrely surprised, "It shouldn’t be, the Immortal Race has been extinct for so many years, how did you, being so young, know about it?"
Qin Hao falls silent.
He is contemplating whether to disclose the encounter with Pan Li.
But eting the Witch only once, it does not count as knowing him well.
Would telling him not be a good idea?
However, what Qin Hao can be sure of is, the energy traces the Witch brings are definitely Spiritual Qi fluctuations.
This is enough to prove his manifold connections to the Immortal Race.
Having finally encountered soone like this, would it be wise to miss this chance?
After much consideration, Qin Hao decides to confess after all. After all, encountering a possible descendant of the Immortal Race is a rare opportunity.
"I once t a mber of the Immortal Race in a mountain range."
After nurous reflections, Qin Hao says seriously.
"Mountain range?" The Witch’s face shows great curiosity.
"He descends from the Five Elents Sect and told many histories of the Immortal Race..." Halfway through Qin Hao’s speech, the Witch’s body suddenly shudders.
He stands up excitedly, crushes the wine glass with a snap, and loudly asks: "Are you talking about the Five Elents Sect?"
"Yes." Qin Hao’s appearance is puzzled.
"The Five Elents Sect is indeed the first major sect of the Immortal Race!" As if to verify, the Witch asks again.
"That’s right." Qin Hao’s face is uncontrollable.
It seems the Witch has so connection with the Five Elents Sect too?
"Tell about that person’s story!"
The Witch speaks urgently and excitedly, with a touch of commanding tone.
At this mont, the feared Demon Witch seems to have returned.
Qin Hao does not feel displeased with this attitude.
He speaks in his normal voice: "He is a descendant of the Immortal Race, imprisoned by traitors of the Ancient Martial Family due to the destruction of the Immortal Race. Later, amidst chaos, other Immortal Race brothers desperately saved him..."
Speaking, Qin Hao finds himself unable to continue.
He notices sothing strange.
In front of him, the Witch’s eyes are red, tears trickling down.
The Witch actually cried!
This inconceivable event leaves Qin Hao flustered, "Brother Wu..."
"It’s nothing, go on." The Witch wipes tears from under the mask.
"Well, that noble of the Immortal Race, escorted by his brothers, beca the only survivor. Later, he went to that mountain range and survived until now." Qin Hao repeats the simple account. He fears if he continues to be emotional, this Witch will weep bitterly.
The Witch tries to make his voice calm, but the trembling tone betrays him, "That person... is he called Pan Li?"
"What! How do you know my master’s na!"
Qin Hao asks in surprise.
"Because..." The Witch’s voice carries reminiscence and a touch of emotion: "Because he is my junior brother."
"Junior brother!"
Qin Hao’s body trembles, but quickly shakes his head: "No, master said his brothers all died because of saving him!"
"That’s because he doesn’t know what happened afterward." The Witch straightens his body, "He only saw the scene of us being captured by the Ancient Martial Family. What he didn’t know is, when in dire straits, even a cornered dog can jump over the wall, a pushed rabbit can bite. And we, on the verge of exhaustion, all had that mont of returning strength."
"So, you successfully resisted the Ancient Martial Family’s encirclent?" Qin Hao’s eyes reflect disbelief.
"I wouldn’t say that." The Witch’s voice carries so sadness: "In that battle, many people died, only I and the third brother escaped. Regrettably, the third brother succumbed to injuries and passed away during the escape. As for ... to avoid calamity, I fled to the sea, and ultimately entered this Celestial Dragon Island."
"So you beca a Witch." Qin Hao mutters, his emotions not calming for a long ti.
It turns out, this mysterious Witch, in terms of seniority, counts as his uncle in the sect.
The Witch seems to be lost in mories, standing woodenly as if a sculpture.
Unknown how much ti has passed, he suddenly awakens, looking at Qin Hao, "So, you are Pan Li’s disciple?"
Qin Hao feels that saying more is pointless, with a motion, a green fla rises from his palm.
"Spiritual Qi Fire!" The Witch squints, then joyfully exclaims: "Haha! Excellent! Excellent indeed!"
His emotion is almost as if he has won the lottery.
"Let check your Spiritual Root!"
After the excitent, the Witch’s hand directly touches the top of Qin Hao’s head.
The action is very natural and swift; Qin Hao does not even respond and is already controlled.
At this mont, he is horrified in his heart, finally understanding a fact.
It turns out, the Witch’s power is several tis stronger than imagined!
Thinking further, perhaps even Pan Li isn’t this strong!
"Is this the power of an Immortal Race person? I don’t even have room to resist?"
In his heart, as Qin Hao feels sowhat unbalanced, the Witch has already released his hold, even with a mask, joy seems to be evident, "The heavens have eyes! To think that I, in my twilight years, can still witness such a genius!"
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